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Two sessions this week, Monday and Tuesday. I use 'sessions' in the most generous of senses, as I'm pretty sure I barely scraped an hour on both of them. I've had lots of energy during the day, but then as soon as I step on the train home it all goes away. But, at least I managed to make it - switching on auto-pilot and just changing and leaving.
Both days relatively uneventful. Monday, I start off on the elliptical. Plan to ellipticize for 5 songs, but make it beyond 7. Four miles and 500 calories - very happy with myself. In an unrelated incident, chick with awesome butt gets on the treadmill in front of me after four-and-a-half songs. Helps my decision to stay on. I also notice some guy is wearing the same shorts as me - unbelievable. It's a daily grind to find cool clothing to wear to work, and now I have to worry about my gym fashion sense? I realise that I've basically been wearing the same ensemble - white t-shirt, blue shorts - for weeks now. Resolve to switch it up tomorrow. Some abs (although both machines I like are taken up), then upper body, and I decide to skip my usual cardio finish. After all, I'm only human.
Tuesday. Slow day at work. Almost - almost! - listen to the demons whispering softly and convincingly in my ear, but jump over that initial hump of 'already being home' and burst through the door. Wearing a black shirt today, advertising my friend's documentary ('Begging Naked', cheeky plug). Start on weights today, benching and pulling and pushing and the like. Then abs, although I still don't think I'm doing it right. I always just end up with sore shoulders and neck, I barely feel anything around my stomach. The next day I feel something, but I want that instant gratification! Then to the elliptical again, on the 5 song plan. No eye candy today to keep me going. At one point a little petite blonde saunters in through the front door, perky body and tight sweatpants. Every guy in the gym looks over - until she turns around and reveals the fact that she's easily in her 50s. I feel the collective deflation as everyone goes back to their workout, deeply disappointed. Nevertheless, there's a couple of hot chicks on the cardio machines, so everyone keeps themselves occupied. One woman actually runs like a woman. Makes me laugh - sexist pig. Wife texts, and tells me she can pick me up. I jump at the chance to avoid the three-block stroll, and start to wrap it up. Round the elliptical off at 3 miles and 400 calories (6 songs, I think), and sneak in some cheeky bicep curls on my way to the locker room.
In the car, off home, weightwatcher's chicken recipe (courtesy of dieting wife). Actually not horrendous, make enough for lunch the next day. Bed. Tired but satisfied.
SO FAR:
Sessions: 19
Cost per session: $16.79
Weight: 173lb (thinking I should be happy, but can't help but feel my newly muscle-bound frame should be weighing more, not less....)
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